Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Winner is...

First of all, thank you to everyone who entered and left such nice and helpful comments. I learned a lot and enjoyed finding a lot of new blogs to visit. Wow, there is a huge amount of talent and good hearted people in blogland! As I mentioned, I compiled all the entries into a document and cut them into strips.
The strips were thoroughly mixed.
 Cookie supervised this formal ceremony, as was appropriate for a tuxedo wearing cat.
Son Mark, a totally impartial judge who doesn't have a clue what Mom is up to but obliged me anyway, carefully selected one strip.

The winner is Barb from Barb's Heartstrokes! Yippee Barb!
I'm still receiving nice comments from people who are finding their way here and I appreciate that very much! Apparently all the sudden traffic crashed my follower gadget, though, so even though the gadget is still in place the thumbnails of followers is blank. Has anyone else had this happen?

Monday, December 27, 2010

Holiday Greetings

We had a wonderful Christmas. It was great having both our sons home for the holiday and between all the cooking and preparations I was able to sneak in some time to finish up one last batch of Christmas goodies for next year. Thank you, Tonya of Back Porch Pickins for this fun design!
Santa Stocking
We aren't the only ones who have been busy this holiday season, however. Every now and then I come downstairs in the morning to find my dish towels have been rearranged during the night.
What Happened to My Dish Towels?
The first time this happened, I thought I must have been in a real hurry to wash dishes and made a mess without knowing it. However, the second time I realized there was another reason for this disarray.
A Quick Escape
The culprit was stealthy and hard to catch. I've never actually caught them in the act, but have seen glimpses of them leaving the scene.
An Innocent Face?
I have my suspicions, but she is a crafty one and isn't talking, either to admit she's the one who does the work or why she isn't satisfied with my kitchen organization.